He Covers Me in Roses 

​He Covers Me in Roses

by: Carolyn Glackin 
They say “to sleep, perchance to dream,” but I say that’s folly! What do I want with sleep and dreams when my reality is so grand that it makes me think I’m dreaming? A reality that includes a handsome man who loves me and covers me in roses? No dream could prove more fiery than our waking passion nor could it kindle the flames more so than our nocturnal coupling. In bliss I look to him with the scent of roses permeating the air and the silkiness of the petals providing a soft place for our love to be made. And when we’re fully sated we sleep. We two who are one. Side by side, as close as close can be. But never do we dream. There’s no need. We are the dream made manifest. 

-Carolyn Glackin ♡


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